"The Band Played On" (30 Jun 1895; 12 July 1895)
("Written for [dedicated to] the [New York] Sunday World")
Words by John F. Palmer[, 1877-1943?]
Music by Charles B. Ward, 1865-1917

New York (Daily) World [newpaper], p. 32
New York. NY: The New York Music Co., 57 West 28th st.
[Source: pp. 15-19 from "Favorite Songs of the Nineties]

1.
Matt Casey formed a social club that beat the town for style,
And hired for a meeting place a hall
When pay day came around each week they greased the floor with wax.
And danced with noise and vigor at the ball,
Each Saturday you'd see them dressed up in Sunday clothes,
Each lad would have his sweetheart by his side.
When Casey led the first grand march they all would fall in line,
Behind the man who was they joy and pride,
For ---

CHORUS [2 times after each verse]
Casey would waltz with a strawberry blond,
And the Band played on,
He'd glide cross the floor with the girl he ador'd,
and the Band played on,
But his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded,
The poor girl would shake with alarm.
He'd ne'er leave the girl with the strawberry curls,
And the Band played on.

This one time at Burningman I had eaten wayy too much bacon and got the squirts. I was so glad I had my trusty bucket, seat, bag o litter, and wetwipes. Those wetwipes are fawking awesome when u have the shits.

Whoever thought of it is genius. They are especially handy for those emergency poops where you wont make it to the potty.

Someone last yr obviously didnt bring a bucket because I saw a pair o undies in a porta john totally filled with doodie.